He couldn't tell... which side was actually right!?
Cold sweat streamed down Jiang Yuan's forehead. He had never felt any pressure from battle, yet it was as though he were enduring immense pain.
He had experienced failure before. A world had slid toward destruction before his very eyes. He had struggled to serve as its gravedigger, only to await the end of everything.
He knew all too well what consequences came from making the wrong choice or misjudging a situation.
He was terrified—terrified that he was helping evil, terrified that all his efforts were having the opposite effect.
Just like before...
The Lord could not be wrong. Those beings called "gods" were the culprits behind his world's destruction. He had come here to take revenge on them.
This twisted, narcissistic guy beside him was obviously an enemy of the "gods," so he should have counted as one of Jiang Yuan's allies.
But he also seemed like a schemer, the culprit who had turned the world into this state, a bastard controlling the masses.
Yet after waking up, the masses themselves seemed to have gone mad, attacking him one after another...
Blank should count as one of his own, right? After all, he had already joined her organization, and she was also at odds with that purple mask...
The relationships in Jiang Yuan's mind were far too chaotic, like someone opening One Hundred Years of Solitude for the first time and being completely unable to sort them out!
"Looks like you're lost again, you poor thing."
Yet at that moment, Jiang Yuan, whose mind was already in turmoil, received no guidance at all. Instead, he was met with an extremely sharp mockery.
If Pride in the previous game had become his guide, then Lust in this game had become something that